#what can i say i like em strong sweet and stupid

[h16h-v0l7463]

gun to your head if you had to pick a member of hit boy band on-lyne to date who would it be? you CANNOT decline OR pull the trigger

hang on i gotta look up their names again…

okay good that’s who i thought that was!

ahem.

harddrive.

final answer.

[loaksbitch]

ok but imagine pronebone with stepdad!jake, literally fucking you from behind while having you pressed to the mattress yes? but then the rough fuck turns to making love — oh to be his stress relieving cunt 🫦

warnings - stepdad! jake needs his own huge warning obvi, pronebone, age gap (18+ reader) tummy pressing, p in v, p penetration, dumbifcation, choking, fucking, explicit sexual content, slight hair pulling, feelings full of confusion, rough-ish sex but ends up soft, tw; stepcest!, please do attentively mind the warnings.

“stress relieving cunt.” — jake sully (⨳)

when jake sully said he was gonna fuck you stupid? he wasn’t joking a single bit.

never in your life time you thought you’ll have your jaw slightly open, leaving a hot breath out of your swollen lips and your step dad above you having you pressed face down to the mattress, fucking his stress into you

jake taking advantage of you and him being alone in the house, he loudly grunts, sinking his fat girth to your stupidity tight cunt.

“jake,” your quiet mewles push him further to devour all spots of your tightening wall. his mean thrusts delivered and knocking your breath away

you always called him dad or daddy on normal days, but right now, calling him by his first name makes his balls tighten. “keep ‘em open fr’me.” he tells you, large hand patting the back of your thigh

one of his hands holding onto your hips while the other pushes your leg a little wider, you bury your face to the pillow and cry out.

“such a dumbfuck fr’me to use, aren’t you?” you helplessly nod.

his huge body was straddling you, having you under him and between his strong thighs, the fat of your ass bouncing eveytime he hits it from the back. you’re on the verge of crying.

jake is leaning forward, pressing a sweet kiss down the nape of your neck. “how’s ma gonna feel about this when she finds out mhm?” his hand that was holding your hips comes forward to brush your hair away from your neck

“…ngh!” you only whine, not wanting to think about anything but the thick cock of his. “that shi’ turns you on huh? tightening around me?” his cock stirs inside you.

you scream to the pillow when he sank his sharp canines to your shoulder. “yo-you’re too big…” your hiccups only boosts his stamina to fuck you deeper. jake only keeps teasing you, liking how your warm walls clamp around his fat cock

“her walking up to us, walking up to me fucking her minx daughter ruthlessly on the mattress we share, she’s gonna be disappointed.”

the pleasure becomes painfully too much, your small hands try to push the man on top of you away, squirming when he fully bottoms out and sits on top of your mid thighs.

and that, right there, when you tried to push him away? yes that. that’s when you made a mistake, causing your step dad to tsk and arch his brows.

you’re awfully moaning quietly, causing him to get more and more annoyed before he’s leaning forward to snatch the pillow you’re covering your face with away from you. “jake!” you whine when the poor pillow is throwen to the floor.

“wann hear you, wanna hear your desperate cries when i fuck you.” he gently gives you sweet thrust, penetrating your tight hole. “wanna know what my stress relieving cunt sounds like.”

on eywa you feel the coil in your stomach almost threateningly snap.

“shh, my pretty girl.” jake only keeps fucking you while soothing your soft cries.

“daddy’s here for you, only for you and no one.”

the way he says he is yours makes your heart flutter, how can you stupidly fall in love with someone who’s your step father? well it’s not like you wanted to but eywa keeps bringing mess to your life.

how dumb can you be, fucking your mother’s husband?

“you’re m-mine?” you hate how you stutter but jake only smiles, closing his eyes to the pleasure you’re giving him. “yeah, i’m yours, baby. not your mamas’ but yours.” you want to cry, this is so forbidden.

“i’m only yours.” with that being said, jake suddenly pulls out from you and you’re being rolled to your back.

it hurts his heart to see how you’re crying over such a mere thing. he already showed you how he is yours and how you’re definitely his. so nothing else mattered, right? right.

your hiccups and moans are loud when he’s fucking himself back to your sweet cunt. “this is not right,” you shake your head, all the emotions hitting you. “you’re not mine, mom and you…” you’re hushed with a rough kiss, jake not wanting to hear about your mother

he doesn’t want to be rude but he really does not give a flying fuck about her. he needs you, he wants you, he loves you. and if it’s supposed to ruin everything and his career? then so be it.

your arms are wrapped on his neck, pulling him close to the kiss and whimpering when he bites on your bottom lip, hips working fast into you. “jake,” you call for him, you fucking call for him and he answers.

“i’m here baby girl, daddy’s here.” as wrong as it sounds, it’s also so fucking right.

“cum for me, yeah? give me all of it.” you don’t even blink twice, hiding yourself to the curve of his neck. you pull on his dreadlocks making him grunt. “fuck.” he hissed.

you don’t notice how his hand sneaked between your bodies until he was pressing on your pelvis, below your navel. you cry out when you feel him press onto your full tummy and partially fist on it, feeling the shape of his cock inside you

it was painful yet so pleasurable.

you let go of the pent up emotion and sexual frustration while jake looks down to where you both are connected, your slick nectar painting all on his pelvic area and your inner thighs. “oh fuck, that’s so hot, baby.” he chuckles, amused by the art you created between the both of you.

now it was him, moans and pants leaving him as his hazed amber eyes stared at yours. “gonna make me cum, baby, fuck you’re so warm and tight.”

the rough pad on his thump wiping your tears when you cry, it hurts seeing his lover girl cry. “nobody’s gonna know our dirty little secret, yeah? don’t worry.” as much as he wanted to make things public with you, he can’t hurt you and break your relationship with your mom apart.

“i love you, my girl. i love you so fuckin’ much.” he grinds his pelvis to yours, no space between you two left when he rode his climax out. he feels your body tense when he tells you he loves you.

“you don’t have to say i—“ he tried to say but your next words made him freeze on top of you.

“i love you.” his eyes slightly widen, his hands trapping your head and hips locked between your thighs. “what did you just say?” he breathes and you repeat them.

“i love yo…” you can’t even finish your words, his lips taking your swollen and scarlet red ones. you moan when he moves his hips slowly and sensually. it’s so hard and complicated,

oh how you both wanted for this to last long.

the demand for oxygen being too much, you both broke the kiss as he pressed his forehead against yours. you’re the one to giggle, cupping his jaw and placing a soft kiss under his bottom lip.

he chuckles, at least feeling lucky to have this moment with his step daughter, or should he say, lover girl.

i’m pretty sure anon who requested, “jake wants to relieve his stress, now give it to him 😈” wanted me to write bf!jake but it turned out like this, i hope you like it anon!

like + reblog are super appreciated! (ps. i’m having second thoughts this isn’t good enough)

[thesassypadawan]

Make Them Blue (Hayden x FemReader) *Blurb*

Summary: It’s No Nut November and a certain moose was too polite to tell his friends no this year to their stupid, little bet.  Somehow managing to make it through almost the whole month, he finally caves after getting a taste of a major adrenaline rush.  Wanting more of that electrifying feeling and thrill.

Warnings: 18+ (mdni), because there sooo much of the smut.  Fun from behind (giddy up), semipublic smex, slightly dom moose, car abuse, and, as always… Hayden’s big, fat dick.

Notes: Happy No Nut November all you, lovelies! 🤍💙

- Roughly shoving, pinning you easily in place with his larger body.  Gaze locks with his in the windshield’s faint reflection.  “Ha-Hay, no…”  Watching him fiddle with the delicate, red string.  Lazily take another long, slow drag.  “S-stop it…”  Before tossing, grinding the cig out on the concrete floor; cloud of smoke circling his head like a halo.  “Wha-what about you-your be-” 

- “Shut up…”  Ripping your lacey panties, slapping your pussy.  Long fingers wrap, squeeze the back of your neck.  Pressing your cheek against the car’s warm hood, plush bottom rising into the air.  “Screw the bet…”

- Cool breeze wafts in through the open garage door.  “Not her-here though…”  Kissing, making goosebumps form on your exposed skin.  A pathetic whimper falls from your lips, beads of slick and pre coating the back of your legs.  “Some-someone can walk in on u-us…”

- “Don’t care…”  Hayden hisses in your ear; bitter- sweet scent of tobacco on his breath, clinging to his fire suit.  Strong hand gripping, kneading the soft flesh of your handle.  Bulbous head pushing, prodding at your little hole.  “Not worrying about that right now, angel…”

- Tears of embarrassment sting, fill the corners of your eyes.  “I-I am…”  Weak sob escaping you when he rolls his hips into yours, trying to surge forward.  “I don't want t-to…”  Only met with resistance as you clench down on him.

- Growling low, cock twitching in frustration.  “Shit…”  Lightly calloused fingertips pinch your fat, descend and trail.  Firmly grabbing hold of your thick thigh, hiking it up onto the smooth metal.  “Relax…”  So he can bully, force you to take him deeper.

- Lewd sound of your juices squelching, heavy balls slapping wetly float through the still air.  “Too tight…”  Along with your high-pitched whines, the squeak of your skin.  Dragging forward and back across the sleek surface; from his wild, unbridled thrusts.  “So fucking tight…”

- “Keep…fuck…”  Nails scramble, scratch frantically.  Flaking off some of the decals, embedding remnants of your pearly polish in the finish.  As Hay practically rearranges your insides.  “Keep squeezing me like this…”

- “And you’re going to…”  Feeling him throb, gummy walls cling desperately to his long length.  Poor cunny aches, burns from the familiar stretch; clamps impossibly harder. “Going to make me…”

- Slamming, putting his entire weight behind that last, hard drive.  Knocks the air and a cry from your lungs, makes something buckle beneath.  While pumping, flooding you with his pent-up load.  Overflowing, dripping down the now bent hood…trickling to the floor, mixing with his cigarette ashes.  “Cum.”

(Extra: He would totally light another one up afterwards.  Stuffing your torn panties into his suits pocket.  Saying with a cocky ass grin…  “Now that’s podracing.”  Before putting that sexy, black helmet on.  The one you’ll end up begging him to keep on later when you’re on your back, legs spread wide open…just like he told you to.)

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[spidermans-l-o-v-e-r]

That Should Be Me

Pairing: Buck x Reader

Word count: ....Anyway

Notes: I'm accidentally writing requests over my two series and I really just need to double down on my series like can I please just finish something for once in my life

Eddie knows how Buck feels about you. He’s not stupid, Buck just thinks he is. 

But really Buck hasn’t exactly told him how he feels about you, but they’re best friends!! He should know!! (He does) And it’s… it’s just a stupid crush but he can’t help it, not when you drop by the station just to surprise them all, or you bring them treats, or just presents in general. You’re just so sweet, you’re apple pie sweet, you’re- you’re that ice cream sundae with the cherry on top sweet

And the worst part is when you come up to him and Eddie, and Eddie is all smooth and hands-on, he’s holding your elbow, he’s got his hand on your back, your shoulder, your side. And Buck is a complete floundering mess. He accidentally bumps into things or he bumps into you! Or last week when he literally walked into the side of the truck like an idiot. He’s still not sure how he managed that one 

Watching how smooth Eddie is with you just bothers him, and he doesn’t really know why. He doesn’t even realize just how much it bothers him until you come into the gym one day and they’re both working out. You wander over to them as he’s spotting for Eddie 

“Hey pretty thing” Eddie sets the bar down and sits up, grabbing his towel and putting it over his shoulders 

“Hi Eddie” 

That blush on your cheeks makes Buck irritated as he looks into your eyes. Why can’t he make you blush like that 

“Hey, Buck!” You give him a little wave and he nods 

“Oh hey Y/N” He turns to reset the weights and you look at Eddie, who just shrugs and stands up 

“What brings you here?” He wipes down the machine and Buck lays down next, holding the bar in his hands 

“I brought cookies” You stand a bit closer to Buck, watching as he starts bench-pressing 

“How um- how much weight would you say that was?” You ask nonchalantly and Eddie snorts and turns his head 

“325” Buck answers distractedly as he pumps it slowly, he misses the way you wet your lips 

Eddie doesn’t 

“Yeah, he’s really strong, like super strong!  Do you see his muscles? My man” 

Buck laughs and has to put the bar back for a second so he doesn’t drop it and immediately kill himself 

“Oh shut up, it’s not that impressive!” 

“Come on buddy, we want that gun show!” Eddie taunts him and he rolls his eyes, before doing as Eddie asks and flexes for both of you. You can’t help your mouth dropping open as you look at his arms 

They’re nice 

Stupid nice 

Eddie looks at you gleefully and takes your hand “Oh you know you wanna touch em” 

“Oh my god, Eddie” you laughed embarrassedly but didn’t exactly stop him when he puts your hand on Buck's bicep. He wriggles his eyebrows and you nearly die as you squeeze his arm 

“Yup! Those…those are very- very big- a-arms” You yank your hand away and hold it to your chest “Hey I um- I have to uh- I forgot- shit bye???” You spin on your heel and run right out of the room and Buck sighs 

“I think I upset her…She’s never gonna like me is she?” Buck flops back on the bench and drags his hands over his face. 

And truly? Eddie has to fight choking his ass out. 

Everything about his not jealousy seems to come to a culmination tonight though. You show up tonight in a simple black dress with spaghetti straps, sheer black tights, and a pair of boots. Hen invited you for drinks along with the rest of the team and he’s been watching the waiter flirt with you the entire damn time you’ve been there. And you’re nice about it, with your polite smiles and pretty words… but it just gets under his skin when he passes you his number on a napkin. 

He doesn’t know what comes over him, as everyone stares at him in shock. But here he is, your chin cupped in his hand, his lips pressed to yours in an incredibly heated kiss, he ignores the gasps around him as he pulls you closer to him, His hand trailing over your neck and pushing the back of your head into him more. Your hands snake up his chest and you hold his face… like you’re actually enjoying this just as much as he is. He balls up that stupid napkin and throws it over to Eddie, the way he’s holding onto you now is possessive. He may have to compete with Eddie, But he’s damn sure not competing with this guy too, hell no. 

He pulls away, keeping his face close to yours, and kisses your nose, you giggle and nip at his lips and he pulls you to him by your waist. Eddie picks up the napkin with the number on it and hands it back to the waiter 

“I don’t think she’ll be needing this” 

Buck's hands start to wander, a bit quicker than really appropriate for public but he doesn’t care, he just wants to feel you. His hands slide under your dress, touching your soft skin and he groans appreciatively 

“Uh…Buck? Y/N?” Chimney is holding his drink to his lips as they all stare at you two. Buck is pushing you against the booth and you’re bringing your leg up around his waist and clawing at his shirt 

“Do something” Hen smacks Eddie’s leg and he rolls his eyes

“Why me?!” He pulls out his phone and makes a call while rubbing his brow. Suddenly Buck’s phone starts ringing and you reach into his back pocket and pull his phone out 

“Hello?” You pant as he attacks your neck, leaving a messy trail of hickeys, you listen for a second, your cheeks flushing 

“It’s for you” You hold his phone to his ear and Eddie rolls his eyes 

“Oh really? His phone ringing is for him?” You toss your straw paper at him and he snickers 

“Uhhhh hey Cap….uh huh… uh huh… uh huh okay bye” 

He hands you back the phone and you place it in his pocket. He pulls away from you, his cheeks flushing as he sits up and helps you straighten out your dress 

“What did he say,” Eddie asks, looking down into his drink 

“He said if I didn’t stop he’d have me on toilet duty for a month” 

You giggle as you take a sip from your drink, your body is on fire now, every brush of his skin against yours just fuels it more and more and you’re ready to pounce 

“So we gonna address that or??” Hen gestures and you shrug 

“That’s up to Buck. Maybe he’ll finally ask me out” 

“Wait you like me too?!?!” 

[banj0possum]

Can we get a zombie horde with a gn! Reader where their abusive family finds them again?

after years of inactivity im fucking back ! sorry for the long long wait but at least im able to put out a few more fics !

Zombie Horde!Reader's Abusive Family Finds Them Again

CW: verbal abuse, abusive family, (mentioned) being rejected food

💀 You haven't always been alone in your travels, in fact, you were with your family when the outbreak happened. But to be fair, you never liked your family..

💀 They would always bully you, boss you around, even put the blame on you whenever something bad happened, the torment didn't end even when there were zombies banging on your doors!

💀 In fact, because of the virus, they got even more cruel to you.

💀 They would take away your food rations for any small mistake you did, make you take the night watch for days on end, even send you out to get supplies just because 'you talked back that one time'!

💀 You couldn't take it anymore and left, knowing anywhere would be better than being stuck in a house of people who did nothing but torture you.

💀 You thought you were safe from them, cuddled up with Ribs in your bed as the others wandered around the abandoned mall, but it all came back when you heard a familiar voice shout out your name from the distance..

💀 "(Y/N)?! I know you're here you runt!"

💀 It was your dad...

💀 Ribs sat up as soon as he heard it and snarled, crawling out of bed and going out to see the commotion.

💀 Your heart raced as you followed him, but it was hard to walk with your body trembling at the thought of seeing him or any of your family again.

💀 "Jesus there's four of them!" "What are you waiting for you stupid bitch?! Shoot em!"

💀 It seems your mom was also there..

💀 You run the broken escalator and see the horde fighting with your family, gunshots ring throughout the mall as you see your beloveds blasted with bullets.

💀 You weren't scared though, they were dead after all, but it was still heartbreaking seeing them get hurt.

💀 You pick up a nearby rock and throw it at your dad to get his attention away from the boys. They all look at you, your family glaring at you while the horde coos at your presence.

💀 "(Y/N) you come here right this fucking second we're coming home!" Your mother shouts at you, walking over angrily and grabbing your arm strong enough to leave a red ring.

💀 Bo fumes and pulls her of you "You stay away from my mate ya hear me?!" he growls.

💀 "It talks?!" She yelps as your dad comes over as well. "Mate? Don't tell me you're hangin out with these monsters! Are you that much of a dumbass?!" he scolds you.

💀 You shrink, knowing whatever you say will make things worse..

💀 "Why you little whore.." Your dad growls, about to slap you, but Screw runs over and pushes your dad away, sending him back a few feet.

💀 Ribs and Soda smile and clap as Bo and Screw help you up.

💀 "You ok darlin?" Bo asks you in a sweet tone. "Is your arm ok? Does is hurt? Do you need a bandaid? I have a pink one with a cat on it.." Screw looks at the mark your mother gave you.

💀 You smile and assure them everything's ok.

💀 "Fucking freaks..(Y/N) do you hear me?! Get your ass up and let's go!" Your dad yells at you again as he stand up.

💀 "They're not going anywhere mean guy!" Ribs growls at him.

💀 Your mom is to the side next to Soda, she sneers at him and he looks back at her, giving her the middle finger, making her scoff and look away.

💀 In a shaky tone, you ask how they found you. You've cut off contact with them for months, there was no way they could find you..

💀 "Hah! Your dumbass thought you were just some person in the middle of nowhere? Half the state knows about your little talkin freak boyfriends!"

💀 You look down in shame as Bo and Screw comfort you "I think it's about time you folks leave..." Bo says, glaring at your parents.

💀 "Oh no you're not kicking us out! We came all this way to get this ungrateful little leech back! We gave them shelter and this is how they repay us?! You should've learned your place and stayed put!" he berates you. You finally snap and yell back at him, telling him all the things you've endured in their household, how you were treated like dirt every day, how you were much better off without them.

💀 Finally you firmly tell them to leave, pointing to the exit as you look at him with no fear left in your eyes. He scoffs "Fine..go get killed on your own then! Don't come to us for any fucking help!" he yells as he leaves, your mom in tow.

💀 Ribs laughs at them as they leave while Soda smiles at you.

💀 After the whole interaction, you were completely exhausted, the boys huddling up with you to calm you down.

💀 You give them all well-deserved kisses for protecting you, they all coo and chirp at the affection and kiss you back.

💀 "Do you still want that bandaid?" Screw asks you softly.

💀 You say yes.

this one was pretty short but expect more fics to be sent soon ! love you guys and remember that youre awesome and amazing !

[ennoshitas-princess]

My Sweet Pumpkin

Atsumu Miya x chubby fem! reader Warning: will have bullying and some of the scenes will be abusive, some cursing, please read with caution. If you are sensitive with these topics, please don't read. Fluff at the end Synopsis: the Miya twins’ fan girls (specifically Tsumu’s) bully you because you have to work together for a project. The girls found out about your crush on the setter and started to threaten you. Word Count: 1,067 This is held pre time skip. There will be no manga spoilers in any way. If you are not comfortable reading this, again, please do not read!!

Another note fell out of your locker for your shoes once again.

You couldn't take anymore of these horrible messages that they kept on placing on your desk, your locker, the spatting to your face of the thing you were already aware of. You knew it, they didn't have to say it over and over again:

You were fat.

All the girls in your school had fair pale skin, slender arms, small chests and waists, and nice petite bodies.You kept on comparing yourself, not able to stop those thoughts that ran in your head day and night. You just couldn't bear to see that your efforts of losing your soft belly were not working.How could a hot guy like him like me?

“Hey, l/n. Why the long face?” The faux blond peaked his head from behind the locker section.

You suddenly got startled with the sudden question from Atsumu. Just like you got startled, your voice showed the fright.

“Umm- I- well nothing!” You struggled to speak.

The teen boy bent down to pick up a piece of paper on the cold tile, puzzled at the sight of scribbles.Reading the letter to himself, you started to sweat cold. You found it hard to breathe, waiting for one of those girls to come out and beat you in front of the setter.

“L/n! I can't believe ya hid this from me. Why’d ya didn't say shit about this. Look, I’ll go an’ tell the-”

He suddenly was interrupted by a scream of yours.

“No! I mean, no. I will be fine. Please don't do anything about it. To this point I am-”

The faux blond interrupted you too.

“L/n-san, ya’re a sweet person. C’mon, ya deserve more than better, more than to be okay. Ya’re a star compared to everyone else.” He held your shoulders, shaking you.

Your eyes started to tear up, wanting to tell him that you were just a plain girl without an interesting life. You snatched the letter from his hands from where he stood.

A silence set place in the atmosphere between your soft figure and his strong lean body.

He burst the bubble of silence with a question.

“L-n, who the hell gave ya that letter?”

The tears of your eyes started to flow down like a waterfall in the rainforest. Without thinking straight, you hug the faux blond twin. While you sobbed in his chest, he started to ruffle your hair, enjoying the smell of your soft strands.

“Look, don't cry. I’ll fight whoever the fuck hurt ya. Trust me, please?”

You stare into his lovely honey brown eyes, still in tears. Sighing you go to tell him how his fan girl club did things to you.

“Miya and l/n, you will be partners for the project.” The teacher read off the names.You received death glares from some girls in the class. Comments came from their lips like it was the monsoon season.

“That fat bitch is gonna work with Atsumu-kun.” One of them said.

“I hope when she or he visits each other it doesn't turn him into a pig like her.” Went another.

Tears started to form. Without hesitation you asked the teacher if you could switch partners, but he told you that there was no way to switch.

“What? Just ‘cause that? L/n-san, that is so stupid of them! I can't let this keep happening. We are gonna go to the office an’ tell ‘em about the situation.” He pulled you by the hand.

“Wait! That isn't the only reason.” The words slipped out of your lips.

He turned around to look at your trembling plump figure. How on earth can they be mean with such a sweet and beautiful girl like you?

“What else did they say to ya?”

“Nevermind it's not really important.” You shake your hands frantically.

“No, l/n-san, please tell me. I care about ya. Y’know I do.” He grabbed your soft hands.

You couldn't keep the feelings anymore, or you felt too numb to realize what came out of your mouth and told him.

“They found out that I had a crush on you, and they thought I was a threat to them to have you as their boyfriend.” You stuttered your words, finding it hard to speak because of your sobbing.

Atsumu Miya’s eyes open wide in shock. The girl he had liked since junior high, liked him back. He would always be scared to approach you because of the way girls would stare. On how they would bully you because of your soft, plump figure. He couldn't bring himself to confess.

“L/n-san, I- well… to be honest with ya- I know it is possibly the wrong moment but…”

He leaned in closer to you, with every little millimeter causing your face to turn a bright crimson. The two of you smashed into each other's lips, tasting the strawberry from yours, and you tasted the sweet woody smell of his cologne.

Both of you ran out of air.

“Miya-kun-”

“No l/n-san. Call me Tsumu please. I mean I really like you.” He pulled your plump body in.

You take in everything that was happening in the moment and smile.

“Tsumu, I really want to be with you. I do, but what about-”

“Y/n, fuck ‘em all. You matter to me, and that is all I care about, if you love me.” He rubbed your chubby cheeks.You think more and smile at him.

“Fine Tsumu, I will be yours.” Hugging him tighter as if he would disintegrate if you let go.

“That's more like it, pumpkin.” He kissed the top of your head.

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The next day, the two of you headed to class and received a bunch of comments on you two holding hands.

“Atsumu-kun, why are you with this hog?” On girl asked.

“Well, I am glad ya asked! First off, she is not a hog, she is a beautiful jewel I wanna show off to the whole world. And to answer yer question, I love her with all my heart.” His toothy grin made you giggle. “Now, I reported all of ya to the office, and if ya say mean shit to my beloved princess one more time, ya will face consequences.”

With that both of you sat down at your desks, smiling at each other.

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[dreaming-of-lu]

I just found out the my voice irl sounds exactly the same as it does in recordings and that hit me really hard because singing is a huge part of my life. but i sound like a four year old who just lost their front teeth on recordings. Not to mention i have a tendency to slur my s’s. I saw you are open for emergency requests and it is totally ok with me if you say no but if you were to do the chain with a reader who is insecure abt their voice? Romantic if possible. Again, don’t feel pressured to do it, just if you can. I could really use the comfort

I understand that feeling too. The embarrassment over sounding like a kid, the stumbling and slurring of certain words. If anyone makes fun of you for it, I'll fight em 😤 hope you don't mind hcs.

First

Understands your insecurity, never once ever questioning it

He never forces you to speak on days you don't feel like talking, just offering silence if you want it, and cuddling underneath his scarf.

Speaks for you when you sign/write something for him to say.

He fondly listens to the days you do speak, never pointing out the stumbling and slurring. He doesn't care, he loves listening to your voice.

If you end up laughing off the stumble, he'll chuckle alongside you at the sound of your sweet laughter.

Sky

Sweet sky child never judges.

Will have a supporting hand on your back or holding your hand when you speak, giving you silent support.

Will give someone that gave you a hard time a stern talk with a disappointed look on his face. It's like being lectured by your parents but way worse, it's the quiet kid who's ripping another hole into you.

Gives free cuddles on the days you do not feel great, just has you underneath his sailcloth, humming softly while rubbing his hand across your back.

Helping you slow down when you stumble or slur; he's patient and has that sleepy loving smile that warms you all the way down.

Four

Though there are times when he wants to hear your voice since the quiet does nerve him. He doesn't force you to, he'll fill the silence instead with his rambling or on the days when he'll just swing your entwined hands together without a word.

The days you do speak or sing, he cherishes them.

He gets a bit downtrodden when your voice disappears after a customer comes in and silently wishes in his head for them to hurry up.

Has def laughed under his breath a bit when you told off a customer but draws the line when they dare mock you. Def has thrown that mallet without a thought. (That was Blue's doing)

You're his s/o, he's not going to tolerate such buffoonery. They can make fun of him all they want but they're not going to make fun of you.

Time

Will shut down anyone that dares to comment on your slurring or stumbling with a glare.

Is very patient too. He never makes you feel like an inconvenience.

Knows sign language and is willing to help you learn it if you wish, just to have communication during the days you don't want to speak.

Hums with you whenever you sing a lil tune underneath your breath, melting like butter whenever you do.

He presses lil' kisses against your neck when laying down for the night, humming into your skin with a big goofy grin, listening to you giggle at the tickling sensations.

Legend

Probably had busted someone's nose before when they dare to make fun of your stumbling.

"You're going to have stupid people unfortunately thinking it's okay to be an ass and make you feel like shit. It's alright to stumble every once in a while, even I tend to slur over my words a bit. You'll get through it."

Your sarcastic cheerleader. Right here!

He doesn't care if you have an outstanding voice or not, let him hear those cute giggles and that sweet voice.

He'll let you whisper into his ear or sing softly to him during downtime. No, this is HIS downtime and his s/o, go find your own, he's not sharing.

Twilight

I bet he even has times where he'll stumble to sound "normal" to fit in with the crowd. His country accent comes in strong no matter what he does. Just learned to give up and accept this losing battle.

He knows what it feels like to be insecure over the sound of your voice, some people do tend to comment on his. Though you have your own struggles and so does he.

Even in Wolfie's form when others made fun of his attempt to sing, he didn't care and always howled with you when you sing. Loving the bright smile that sat on your lips.

"It's alright when you stumble darlin'."

Patient for days thanks to herding goats even when you fess up, he places a silent hand on your back or on your hand to calm the nerves down.

Hyrule

Baby bean even stumbles over his words A LOT.

He lets you go at your own pace when you do speak, offering comfort if the day feels like shit and you want a hug with kisses.

He'll say "You may not like it right now or later on but you'll come around to it, and you'll learn to understand that not everybody is going to be the same or perfect. We're all different, no matter what others say."

When you slur your words, he's not going to interrupt you mid-sentence, no, cause that's rude and he's been raised right by his mother.

Swings you around in a lil dance as you both hum, tripping over your own feet while laughing joyfully with him.

Warriors

Protective? Protective.

Offers you to cuddle with him under his scarf too.

Another one who signs with you

Hearing your voice makes his heart pound, his ears flap wildly, his hands sweaty, and it makes him feel like a teenage boy all over again to ask for your hand in courtship.

Loves the little confused look on your face when you end up stumbling and laughing it off. He knows it'll take a while for you to grow used to it and that's okay.

Wild

There are days when Wild doesn't wanna talk either. His throat gets raw, and his voice tends to croak after talking for too long because of the scar on his neck.

He even gets insecure when he has to talk and people stare at him like he's some sort of weird two-headed frog abomination.

You both sign to each other when those days are rough, you let the others do the talking for you or rather hand over the list to the person behind the stall in hopes they'll understand. (They do)

Learned to ignore those who have an issue with it since it's obvious they're ignorant and think the world revolves around only them.

Brews soothing tea for both your throats due to not using them often. Gives you that infamous goofy grin when you thank him.

[wisteria-cherry]

remus with a grumpy slytherin partner who also gives the best hugs and will fight anyone who tries to insult him??? i love the grumpy x sunshine troupe 🥹🥹

omg honey i love this so much

sunshine x grumpy is my life

also is kind of angsty i hope you don’t mind

and kind of short🥲

tw for minor cursing

“i’ll hex them so hard it goes in their asshole and out their mouth!” you bark, trying to fight against remus’ grip on your wand arm as remus’ assailants backed away. you were persistent, but remus was strong. “let me go—“

“love, it’s not worth it.”

“remus—“

“breathe.”

very reluctantly, you relax, and remus’ grip loosened. the slytherins left. you wanted to fight them, hex them, jinx them, anything. you didn’t care if you were slytherin, too. you wanted them gone, gone go they would never talk to your remus again. you wished they’d stop. stop laughing at remus, stop laughing at his blood status, everything. the rest of the marauders were plenty obnoxious. james was insufferable, sirius was a womanizer, and peter just did whatever james did. any comments towards them, you didn’t mind. but remus— remus was different. remus was gentle, remus was sweet, remus was kind and happy and different. you hated it when people didn’t see it.

remus didn’t get picked on often. after all, obnoxious as the marauders were, they were popular. an icon for anyone who didn’t like the rules, who were all for a little bit of mischief. leaders of the student body. trendsetters, if you will. you knew that remus was a gentle soul, and, annoying as they may be, you were grateful that his friends were bold, bold enough to make it known that they wouldn’t tolerate anyone winding up their moony. your moony.

just your luck that your housemates would find you with him alone.

“let’s just go.” remus began walking, his grip steady.

“i’ll make them pay next time i see them.” you grumble. “gits.”

remus lead you out of the dungeons and through one of the many corridors. he soon found a bench and sat down, releasing your wrist as he did so. you reluctantly sat down next to him.

“hate ‘em.” you grumble, slouching against the wall behind you. remus leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees.

“dove, those slytherins were just saying stupid things. it’s nothing to worry about.” remus looked at you, and your expression softened, somewhat.

“it’s not okay.” you narrow your eyes. “they were being racist assholes.”

“all they did was go about chanting ‘half blood’.” remus pointed out. “it’s true.”

“it’s not what they said, it’s the tone!” you exclaim frustratedly. “i don’t care if they’re from my house, they said it like it was derogatory— are you okay?” you stop in your tracks as you see remus duck his head, his hair hiding his expression. remus angled his head away from you.

“remus?” you asked, more gently. remus looked back up at you, and you finally got a good look at him. remus looked exhausted. bleary eyes, dark circles, slightly pale skin. his hair looked shaggy, despite remus usually doing his best to stay well-trimmed. even his hands were a little shaky.

“sorry.” remus apologized, straightening his posture, wiping his hands on his trousers. “i’m just… just tired, is all. a couple of slytherins are the least of my worries right now.”

“oh, remus…” your brow furrows worriedly. “remus, i’m sorry.” you wrap your arms around remus’ neck, pulling him into a hug. remus reciprocated, his arms looping around your middle, his forehead resting on your shoulder.

“it’s alright.” remus mumbled.

“do you want to talk about it?” you offer awkwardly. you weren’t fantastic at comforting. you were a fighter, not a lover. you’d rather duel whoever had made remus like this, teacher and student alike. but you knew that remus would rather have someone be with him.

“no.” remus exhaled, his tense shoulders slowly relaxing as he leaned into you. “just, ah, wanna stay like this.”

“i can do that.” and so you do, and you hug for a long time. you don’t complain once— in fact, you weren’t sure you could ever complain about giving remus a hug.

“alright.” remus said after a good, long while. he broke away, honey-colored eyes studying yours. “you alright?”

“i should be asking you.” you frown.

“you’re the one who’s worked up, darling.” remus pointed out, and you sigh.

“i just hate those stupid people is all.” your frown deepens.

“you’re cute when you pout.” remus gives you a smile, that small, beautiful smile that first caught your eye when you were passing him in a corridor and you nearly stopped breathing.

“i am not.”

“you are too.”

“whatever.”

“i love you.”

“… i love you too.”

[tragedytells-tales]

Obey Me Incorrect quotes

Notes - quotes from poker nights + Sam and max, Feat. Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor + the rare Luke, Solomon, Simeon, and Barbatos appearance

Summary - A bunch of stupid incorrect quotes and sometimes they're out of character on purpose!

Warnings - Slight game spoilers, Chaotic and traumatized MC, Forth wall breaking

Tw - Gambling, Strong language, Guns, Violence ( nongraphic )

MC: Well of course you won with THOSE cards! Even Luci could'a won with those cards, and all he can do is talk about alcohol and how much of a poor single widowed mother he is!

Lucifer: Where in the three realms did you lot hide my demoneus now?

MC: shut the FUCK UP LUCI‼️ and people say I'M annoying??

( Telltales games : poker nights )

MC: Hey asmo, what do you think I should do?

Asmodeus: Tell her how you really feel before she runs off with Blaine!

MC: About the hand, chucklehead.

Asmodeus: Oh. Check.

( Telltales games : poker nights )

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Demon student: I gotta ask, what's it like living on a different plain of existence?

MC: It's great! As long as you ignore the constant firefights, random explosions, human eating plants, the fact that everyone I know and love has killed me, attempted to kill me, assisted in almost getting me killed, worsened my trust issues, or that every demon could try to eat my soul at any time- The devildom really is a home away from home!

Everyone (aside from Solomon, Simeon, and Luke): *whistles*

( Telltales games : poker nights )

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Mammon: This decks gone colder than my ex. Zombie not demon, they were actually kinda hot!

MC: Sometimes I regret being brought down here. this isn't one of em though, tell me more!

( Telltales games : poker nights )

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MC, talking about Michael: I've only become aware of your existence for 1 minute and I already unapologetically hate you AND everything that you stand for!

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MC: Hey! how much property damage do you think I can get away with in the span of, let's sayy, 2 minutes?

Belphegor: considering your last record, I'd say the entirety of RAD plus half of the forest.

Lucifer: yOU WHAT??

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MC, watching the brothers fight: I believe I need to get in touch with my anger, Satan.

Satan: I can help with that!

( Sam & Max S1 E15 )

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Diavolo: I believe our persuasive charm could have him seeing things our way!

MC: Or not seeing anything at all.

( Sam & Max S1 E15 )

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Lucifer: And what in the 7 rings happened here?

Barbatos: I'll tell you what just happened here, they just drove a man insane.

Mammon and Asmo: all in a days work!

( Sam and Max S1 E15 )

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Solomon: STOP THEIVES!

MC: Y'know that never works, right?

Solomon: Oh, I know. But it's such a wonderful prelude to the impending mayhem!

( Sam and Max S1 E16 )

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Diavolo, squeezing MC: I will pet you, and love you, and subjugate you to my every will!

( Sam and Max S1 E16 )

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Diavolo: I think that poor human has been forever scared, Barbatos.

Barbatos: Then our work here is done, my liege.

( Sam and Max S1 E16 )

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Beelzebub: Not to be skeptical or anything, but what makes this little human a potential weapon of doom?

MC: :]

( Sam and Max S1 E17 )

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MC: Oh I think I understand, you want me to feel like any other person with freakishly destructive powers! You guys are so sweet!

( Sam and Max S1 E17 )

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MC: Well this is an unlikely turn of events.

Mammon: Foiled by some oversized rubber baby buggy bumper. ( He's talking about Belphie. )

( Sam and Max S1 E18 )

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Belphegor: Hey MC, what am I?

MC: Dumb question, you're a doof.

( Telltales games : poker nights )

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Diavolo, playing UNO: Is that a good idea? Cause honestly, I don't really know what I'm doing!

( Telltales games : poker nights )

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Solomon: I want one, but it's not for me. It's for my friend, Luke!

Luke: Don't go dragging me into your slighty malevolent and silly schemes, Solomon.

( Telltales games : poker nights )

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Simeon: 25th anniversary huh?

Beel: yup.

Simeon: But didn't you guys get together in the same year as the exchange program?

Beel: yes, I guess so.

Simeon: then that was 26 years ago?

MC *from afar*: MATH NEEEEEEEEEERD!!

( Telltales games : poker nights )

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Diavolo: I think this has taught us all a very important lesson. But I'll be damned if I can figure out what.

Luke: I'm unsure how much more damned you can get and I'm afraid to find out.

( Telltales games : poker nights )

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Asmodeus: Move freely he says. In these heels?!

( Sam and Max S1 )

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Satan: So that's why I always feel an overbearing presence just out of my field of vision, watching and judging my every move! *stares at the forth wall*

In-game MC, at his side: That's me dude.

( Sam and Max save the world )

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Demon student, looking at Luke: How far would you go if I punt you?

MC: HOW DARE YOU EVEN SUGGEST SUCH A THING. He's my lil angel.

( Sam and Max devils playhouse )

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Simeon: Do you two know what happened?

Luke: I can't lie to Simeon!

MC: I can, kid! No, no we do not.

( Sam and Max the devils playhouse )

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Lucifer: MC, where do you put all your school supplies?

MC: In my backpack of course!

Lucifer: But you're a sheep. Where do you put your backpack?

MC: Now that is none of your damn business, Luci.

( Sam and Max the devils playhouse )

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Mammon: Magnatism? Don't tell me you're one of those kooks!

Satan: You don't believe in Magnatism?

Mammon: It's an interesting theory, but I'm not convinced.

Satan: This is almost as bad as Beel believing curry is a concept.

( Sam & Max beyond space and time )

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Lucifer: What in Diavolos name is going on in here?!

MC: My tomfoolery is none of your concern.

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Diavolo: MC, I believe I have developed feelings for you over the time we've known eachother.

MC: Huh, feelings of anger?? You wanna fight?

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Mammon: MC, I didn't study for this test?! What do I write?!

MC: That's our marriage certificate, Mammon.

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MC: Belphi, wake up!

Belphegor: Huhh, what is it MC?

MC: You fucked up big time.

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MC: I'm going to commit mass arson, and no one can stop me!

Lucifer: Why.

MC: ...Good question. Chaos.

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MC: A blackout in a room full of violent creatures? Ah, don't be such a fussypants!

Mammon: A FUSSYPANTS??

( Sam & Max S1 E12 )

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Beelzebub: I'm Beel! And this is my huggable family!

Everyone in the room: Please don't hug us.

( Sam and Max this time it's virtual! )

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Asmodeus: and here's the house of lamination! A colorful and full of life home that came to be under mysterious circumstances!

MC: By "colorful" He means decaying, filled with demonic forces, and smells like certain damnation with a hint of mildew. And by "mysterious" he means a psychologically scarring murder house turned horror movie that was dragged down here by Lucifer himself.

( Sam and Max this time it's virtual! )

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Belphegor: I thought we needed one of those mermaid candies to breath down here.

MC: It's fiction, jarhead. We have ridiculous lung capacity.

( Sam & Max s1 E2 )

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*During the angels event*

MC: Kindness? Charity? Understanding!? When will this hellish nightmare end?!

( Sam and Max )

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Beelzebub: You aren't scared of me?

MC: Me? Scared of you? Why should I be, you're a big blubber of man.

( Life of Melody )

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Diavolo: You're looking hale and hearty today Lucifer!

Lucifer: I had five years worth of coffee in five minutes Diavolo.

( Sam and Max hit the road )

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Diavolo: MC, you have as much of a say in this as anyone else does.

MC: You mean like how I had a say in my technical kidnapping and all of my many near death experiences?

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MC, walks into the room with a gigantic lint roller covered in dog fur: So I lint rolled the puppy.

Mammon: Okay.

* five minutes later *

Mammon: Wait MC did what?

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Belphegor: This is your first and final warning! Pull over or die!

( Sam and Max save the world )

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MC, looks at the dislike portion of the student ID: Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

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Simeon: Can I drive?

MC: Jumping vehicular homicide, no!

( Sam & Max save the world )

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MC: What do you have?

Solomon: A microwave!

MC: Somehow that's worse than you having a knife.

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Satan: They say an idle mind is the devils playhouse

MC: How curiously insulting.

( Sam & Max the devils playhouse )

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Satan: Are you sensing my desire to turn you into a QUIET LIL HANDBAG.

Luke: Satan.

Satan: Sorry.

( Sam and Max S1 E10 )

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Daivolo: Hey MC, can I-

MC: No.

(Sam and Max save the world )

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MC: Question, when was panda express constructed?

Beelzebub: Uhhhh 1776??

MC: Ah yes, during the American revolution!

( sunny side skies )

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Mammon: What're ya gonna do? Gimme the silent treatment?

MC: .....

Mammon: Nooo, stop, pleeeease!!!

MC: Never underestimate the power of passive aggression, mams.

( Sam & Max beyond space and time )

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Belphegor: By the name of the moon I will kick thy ass!

( colors of my canvas )

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Lucifer: MC, can I ask why you're parkouring over furniture and nearly breaking every vase in sight?

MC: Lilith keeps trying to touch me with her icy hands!

Lilith: they're not that cold MC! I promise!

MC: YOU'RE DEAD! THEY'RE FREEZING.

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Mammon: Where is your "can-do" attitude?

MC: She left, long ago!

( heartstopper show s1 e1 )

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Luke *with the most serious face he can muster*: MC, I don't want to be friends anymore!

MC: Yeah, okay, that's cool lil buddy-

Luke: MC? MC are you crying?

MC: No, no, it's okay, this is fine-

Luke: MC, you're sobbing.

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Lucifer: Cerberus is ment to discouraged you from coming into the unground tomb.

MC, currently cuddling with a sleeping cerberus and peting his heads: And?

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MC: It's so sad frisk died of ligma

Belphegor: who's frisk?

MC: ligma balls

Belphegor: AHHH-

( Saying alot of things as Kris )

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MC: Are there British people here in the devildom?

Diavolo: What?

Soloman: Of course not MC, British people aren't real.

Diavolo: What???

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Lilith: why are you the size of a shrimp?

Belphegor: Why are you nonexistent in a physical form?

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MC: If I gave Diavolo a lemon, he would disintegrate and I would become the ruler of the devildom, and that's the way the world turns.

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Satan: -to make them think they've come here willing and have them be more submissive."

Solomon: *cough*andbreedable*cough*

Mammon: MC, you've been drugged- Solomon????????

Lucifer: I can't have a moment of peace.

( The Day Out by @/beels-burger-babe )

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Diavolo: It's just sitting there, menacingly...

MC: It's literally just eating grass.

Diavolo: It's looking at me with cold, dead, eyes...

MC: It is entirely focused on the grass.

Diavolo: It's unnatural.... how can something be so, complacent?! So, unbothered?? So... So uncaring about what may happen should it let it's guard down for even a second?!

MC: That's because not everything runs on caffeine, procrastination, and daddy issues, Diavolo.

Diavolo: It's scary! 🥺

MC: It's a Capybara.

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MC: Plural for platypus, go.

Platipy- Mammon , Daivolo , Luke , Beelzebub

Platypuses- Satan , Lucifer , Barbatos

*windows shut down* - Levi , Simeon

Platypuss(e)s - Asmo , Belphi , Solomon

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Mammon: You good?

MC: No.

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Player: AYO!

MC: huh?!

Player * dragging MC *: let's go bud, we're off to therapy!

MC: WAIT-

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Asmo: Asdsgvdfdzkga!!@^$$"'

MC: ....Pardon?

Asmo: You don't know keysmash?

MC: This is an audible conversation.

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Luke: Please let this be a normal day...

MC: With these several idiots? No way!

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MC: Hold on- how was I able to hear him from my room, which is by the kitchen down the hall from the stairs, from the attic?

Beelzebub: Big attic.

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* C R A S H *

Teen!MC: are you okay dude?

Teen!Demon: yeah I'm fine *scurrys away*

Beelzebub: they were flirting with you btw.

Teen!MC: what?

Beelzebub: Yeah, they were showing off their magic for a few minutes now. Kinda a shame you only noticed when they crashed.

Teen!MC: Damn, that's rough.

MC: All dirt is grime but not all grime is dirt.

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Mammon: Huh?

MC: All poultry is meat but not all meat is poultry.

Beelzebub: Correct.

MC: All math is calculated but not everything that is calculated is math.

Satan: Alright now you're just going off the rails.

MC: All pails are buckets but not all buckets are pale.

Asmo: MC, dear, I think you're sleep deprived.

MC: You can read all books but not all books have been read.

Lucifer: context, Also it is 2 am. Why are you up?

MC: Osmosis is always diffusion. But diffusion is not always Osmosis.

Belphegor: Very true.

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* Loud explosion *

Mammon * from across the castle *: WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT MC??

MC: that, was the sound- * peeks into the kitchen * OF THE KITCHEN BEING BURNED DOWN?!?!

Solomon: * cackling *

(Helluva boss )

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Luke: I am not a child and I don't need to be treated like one!

MC: You're literally 10. I don't know who traumatized you or how but it is fine to be a 10 year old with 10 year old feelings.

- - - - - - - - - - - -

Lucifer: All is forgiven-

Someone far away: BABY, C'MON GET DRESSED, YOU'RE MY DATE TO THE PEP RALLY TONIGHT!!

Solomon: Oh no.

- - - - - - - - - - - -

Teen!MC: Fuck it, let's go to hell!

- - - - - - - - - - - -

MC: They be like "I'm good and fine!" Sir, you are mentally ill and have suppressed half of your lifetime, nothing about you is "fine".

- - - - - - - - - - - -

MC & Barbatos: YOU SPIN ME RIGHT ROUND BABY, RIGHT ROUND, LIKE A RECORD BABY, RIGHT ROUND ROUND ROUND

- - - - - - - - - - - -

MC: Have you no free will friend?!

Asmodeus: Excuse you, I'll have you know I did that morally injust thing on purpose.

- - - - - - - - - - - -

Diavolo: I have a task for you-

MC: No.

Diavolo: wait what?

MC: No.

- - - - - - - - - - - -

Lucifer: * crying over Liliths body, reeling from war, daddy issues sky high, extraordinarily traumatized *

Diavolo: I can fix him!

- - - - - - - - - - - -

Luke: Ah, shit.

Simeon: Sir?

* later *

Simeon: Goddammit.

Michael: Excuse me?

* even later *

Michael: Son of a bitch.

MC: I didn't even say anything.

- - - - - - - - - - - -

MC: So if I take off the ring I could potentially collapse all the realms, ending the worlds as we know it?

Solomon: yes.

MC: So the ring is the only thing stopping me being consumed by own magic and essentially killing me?

Solomon: yes.

MC: And the ring should be kept on at all times?

Solomon: Not really, but yes.

MC: You mean... the ring that's laying on the floor right next you?

Solomon: Pardon?

- - - - - - - - - - - -

MC after getting 6 hours of sleep over the span of three days because Belphegor doesn't stop whining: Can the DEMONIC BEINGS that go THUMP in the ATTIC, SHUT UP?!

Belphie: *stomping his feet* IF I HAVE TO SUFFER SO DO YOU

MC: WELL I DIDN'T LOCK YOU IN THERE, NOW DID MR ELDER BROTHER ISSUES?!

- - - - - - - - - - - -

Lucifer: You're an irritable sheep today, aren't you?

MC: Yeah, well, why don't try sitting in this smelly booth while I beat the hell outta helpless fish?

( Sam and Max hit the road )

- - - - - - - - - - - -

Asmodeus: He hasn't stopped balling, or spewing, or having violent fits of rage since we brought him home! I wonder what's vexing him so...

Bb Satan: * Screaming bloody murder *

( Sam and Max S1 E10 )

AN - I needed a break from writing a long chapter and refound this. I don't know what it is either.

[imsparky2002]

Canon vs Creepster: Kagami

Canon!Kagami *Bowing gracefully* You have quite the extrodinary outfit. I have a love for western films, watched them all the time back in Japan.

*Kagami Herushingu smiles, surprised at how... calm this girl is to see another version of herself. She tips the hat in response*

Herushingu: Well, thank ya kindly, darlin’! Name’s Herushingu, pleasure to meet ya!

Canon!Kagami: Kagami Tsurugi. I must say, your accent is lovely, yet is quite different from your name. Are you by any chance American?

Herushingu: Yes’m, Born and raised in Texas!

Canon!Kagami: Hmm... how interesting. I don't sense any sort of falsehood about you. Clearly this is the result of some sort of accident. Are you by any chance from an alternate reality?

*Herushingu's eyes widen in surprise. She's right on the money!*

Herushingu: Just precisely, ma’am. Where I’m from, my kin are monster hunters, same as I am ma’self!

Canon!Kagami: Oh! And by monsters, you are referring to more supernatural species? In our world, the only sort of monsters are those who were changed by the villainous Hawk Moth.

*Thinking of the butterfly, Herushingu can't help but snigger a little*

Canon!Kagami: Yes, yes, he looks as stupid as his name.

*Herushingu sobers back up and tells her counterpart about her team and the type of monsters they face*

Herushingu: Exactly right on that front, darlin’! We’re talkin’ real monsters, vampires, phantoms, demons! The kind that live to terrorize the in’cent folk! Not to mention the most vile. Human killers!

Canon!Kagami: What gives one person the right to decide when another’s life should end. It’s just…dishonorable!

Herushingu: S'like my mama says. "Humans are the only 'monsters', because they have no reason to kill."

*Canon!Kagami looks a little jealous and sad that her mother isn't as close to her.*

Canon!Kagami: Does your mother treat you well?

*Herushingu frowns, looking concerned for her counterpart.*

Herushingu: Yeah, she can be a bit rough on the edges sometimes, but we get on just fine! I get the feelin’ ya need someone to talk to, hon.

Canon!Kagami: *Trying to stay strong* I... I try hard to stay strong, in order to make her proud. But sometimes... *voice quivering* I feel as though I am nothing but a disappointment.

*She desperately hold back a sniffle, as Herushingu embraces her, letting the girl sob into her shoulders. It pains her to think of a world where her mama would treat her with such cruelty.*

Herushingu: Here, now, that’s a load’a nonsense! I’ve only just met ya, but so can already tell ya got a fightin’ spirit! The only person who’s standards ya need to live up to are your own, and I’m sure you got plenty to be proud of!

Canon!Kagami: *Sniffing* I... I'm sorry for breaking down. That isn't like me. *Trying to regain composure* I... I suppose I like fencing. I mean... my mother made sure that happened. *Frowning once again* Do... do you like fencing?

Herushingu: (smiles) I do love a good sword-crossin’ every now and again! But if I’m bein’ honest, my trusty guns get me through the most battles!

Canon!Kagami: What is a... gun?

Herushingu: (Blinks a few times) Oh, boy…

Canon!Kagami: *A little bit later* So, do you have heroes you fight alongside? Some sort of team?

Herushingu: (Smiles) Yeah, I got ma partners, Marinette and Adrien.

Canon!Kagami: *Feels a quiver in her stomach once again.* Oh... what are they like?

*Herushingu tells her about their jobs and personalities, and notices Canon!Kagami looking sadder and sadder as she continues*

Herushingu: Well, Marinette’s real spunky, she’s somethin’ of a mad scientist! Sometimes I don’t know what she’s talkin’ about, but it’s cute how excited she gets! And Adrien…well, he’s one of a kind. So sweet, but so lively at the same time! Don’t know what I’d do without em to be honest!

*Canon!Kagami sobs once again. Memories of events from canon are flashing through her mind. Herushingu frowns. What on earth happened between her and her partners in this world?*

Herushingu: What... what's wrong?

Canon!Kagami: It's... it's complicated.

*Herushingu's eyes narrow. Something happened to this girl, and she wants to know what*

Herushingu: Please tell me... if ya want to.

*And she did. She told Herushingu everything that had gone down. All of the highs and lows.... and Herushingu was PISSED*

Herushingu: Darlin’…I don’t even know WHAT to say. They put you through hell emotionally and yet you still stand by em! If they don’t realize how lucky they are to have you in their lives, I may do something I’d regret later!

Canon!Kagami: No... please don't. They're perfect for each other, just not for anyone else. Focus on your own partners, keep taking good care of them.

Herushingu: (Sighs) If you say so, lil lady!

Canon!Kagami: ... Is there any way I can visit you?

Herushingu: Well, here lemme give you my number. I got a few friends who know some witchy stuff, so they should connect across dimensions. Call whenever ya want!

Canon!Kagami: I will, thanks!

And that’s the last of the trio meeting their canon self! I feel that Kagami was done dirty in the show. Not just by Marinette and Adrien, but also with how the writers decided her and FELIX would be a good idea. I may do the villains and classmates as well, but I don’t know yet. Once again thank you to Weeby for assisting with the writing, and make sure to check out the previous crossovers with Marinette and Adrien. Reblog, reply, post and ask to spread the love. @artzychic27 @msweebyness

[hellishjoel]

Hi my lovely!

I have 3 things: first and foremost, I came here to check in and to say that i hope you’ve had a lovely, restful weekend, and that the week ahead is good to you! 💕

Second is that I then discovered your Pedro characters as Taylor Swift albums like how did i miss this???? Javi as 1989 and Oberyn as Lover was a sensational choice.

And lastly, I was wondering how my favourite linecook is doing, what they’re up to, is life treating them well? I’ll die for ‘em! (No pressure, just curious!)

I’m running away now! Hope you’re good!

hello hello meg!!

thank you so much for checking in! it's been a little hectic and I've been writing a little less because of that BUT whatever energy I do have I have been putting towards the new chapter of Table for Two!! they are literally doing so well, so hot, so sweet, they are forming something really strong!

I put a sneak peek down below - how do you think Frankie's gonna react to this?

Tommy’s Diner is slammed by mid-morning, and you’re working up a sweat. You’re wiping at your neck and forehead every few minutes, and the sun filtering through the windows does little justice to cool your skin. Tina called out sick, which is code for hungover from Saturday. It’s overwhelming. Your brain feels like the scrambled eggs you just plated for that family of four.

“Enjoy,” you whisper a little breathlessly, tucking your notepad into the front of your apron, rubbing at your temple with the heel of your hand as you walk past the rest of your tables. 

By the time you lift your head, you see a large potbelly man who is waving an arm up above his head, fingers already snapping incessantly. He looked like a chubby rat, with a large dark-haired mustache and a shirt that didn’t fully cover the beer gut he was sporting.

“Uhm, hello? Miss, can we get some service over here?” 

Jesus fucking Christ. Your jaw tightens a few notches, pushing your hair out of your face and wrapping around to their table. 

You remember them; you took their table’s order a bit ago now - shit, did you forget their plates? No, you didn’t. 

Stopping at the head of their table, you smile politely at the large family. 

“Hi, can I get you something while you wait?”

The man scoffs and snaps, “Uh, yeah, our food.”

Taking a deep breath wasn’t enough, you were a ticking time bomb. “Sir, do you see how many people are in the diner? We’re at capacity with a line out the door. I understand you’ve been waiting, but our kitchen is backed up and-” 

“Bull-honkey-bullcrap, little miss,” the man raises his voice, spitting violently with each syllable, “This is ridiculous! We’ve been sittin’ here for nearly an hour. How hard is it to make some eggs and Mickey Mouse pancakes, huh? You just that stupid? What the hell is goin’ on back there? Are you people completely incompetent, or are you just ignorin’ us?”

[kanerallels]

Ok. Here's an idea to help that writing tangle. Feel free not to do this if you would rather not.

Here's a line, can you give me five more? ;D

The utter stupidity of it all had her fingers twitching for the blaster at her hip, but SOMEONE had to be the level head in all of this.

This was so so sweet, thank you for sending this! And it TOTALLY WORKED because this sentence combined with an AU concept I'd been toying with and um. Let's just say there are more than five sentences lol, so here we are!

The utter stupidity of it all had her fingers twitching for the blaster at her hip, but SOMEONE had to be the level head in all of this.

Ignoring the slaver leering at her, Hera directed her attention to Kanan, who was glaring at the other man like he'd very much like to kick his teeth in. Reaching out, she caught hold of his arm, pulling his attention to her.

He met her gaze, the anger in his eyes fading just a little. Stay on track, Hera thought, willing him to remember. Don’t break our cover. Remember why we're here. It's not about how these people look at me, it's about helping someone who needs it.

She saw him give her a tiny nod before looking at the slaver. “Let's focus on our actual deal,” he said, his tone sharp. “You said you had a Lasat here?”

Turning his attention to Kanan, the slaver nodded. “We might just. Depends on what you’re willing to pay.”

“Oh, don’t you worry about payment,” Kanan said, letting his hand come to rest on the pouch hanging at his hip. It jingled just enough to draw the slaver’s attention, so he didn’t see the half-smile crossing Kanan’s face as he added, “You’ll get everything you deserve.”

Oh, boy. Hera cleared her throat pointedly. “If we could see him first?” she said.

His eyes gleaming with greed, the slaver nodded. “Aye. Anything you like.” Starting down the hallway, he added, “You can have his friend, too, if you pay a little extra.”

“His friend?” Hera exchanged a confused look with Kanan as they followed the man. The reports they’d heard hadn’t said anything about multiple survivors of the massacre on Lasan.

“Aye,” the slaver said. “Human male. Grabbed ‘em both together— they fought like fyrnocks, but numbers won out in the end. He’s a strong one, and with that red hair he’s quite the rare specimen.”

As they approached one of the nearby doors, Kanan said, “Then why are you offering him at a discounted price?”

“He’s trouble, putting it lightly,” the slaver said, keying a sequence into the pad next to the door. “Had to teach him how to behave, and as much fun as that is—” he let out an ugly laugh that made Hera’s skin crawl— “it takes too much time. But I’ll still be charging you. Here they are now.”

The door hissed open, and Hera had to choke back a gasp of horror.

The Lasat was there, chained to the wall by the arms. It was immediately clear that he’d been beaten badly— the area around one of his eyes was so swollen that he could barely open it. Blood, both dried and fresh, covered his arms and face, but his face was twisted in a defiant scowl as he regarded the trio.

Opposite him was a man the slaver had described. He looked equally battered, and while his expression was a little more calm, there was still a spark of rebellion as he studied both Kanan and Hera.

“As you can see, we needed to teach these two a lesson,” the slaver said. “Well, a couple lessons.”

He laughed, and Hera had to clench her teeth to avoid snapping a response, or shooting him in the face. You can’t save them all, she reminded herself. They only had a certain amount of credits, and if they were to save the Lasat… they might have to leave someone else behind.

“What exactly are you charging for him?” Kanan asked suddenly, and Hera shot him a sideways glance. 

One look told her something was off. He was eying the red-haired man with an impassive expression that read more as unease to her. Clearing her throat, she said, “Are you sure about this?”

“I am,” Kanan said. Turning, he met her eyes. “I think we could… have use for him. The same way as the Lasat. Or… like me.”

Wait. What? There was no way Kanan was implying… did we find another Jedi? Hera lifted a questioning eyebrow at him, and he gave her a tiny nod.Ah. Well, that changes things.

Turning to the slaver, she gave him an overly sweet smile. “Could you give my companion and I a moment alone? You can just leave us here.”

“I don’t think you should be alone with the merchandise,” the slaver said, and Hera’s stomach turned. Those are people, you complete—

The sound of Kanan pulling a small handful of credits from the pouch at his waist brought her attention back, and she watched as he casually tossed them up in the air. “Oh, I don’t think it would be a big deal. After all, there’s no way out other than the door. You can guard from out there.”

The slaver hesitated, then held out his hand. Kanan dropped the credits into his palm, and without another word the man pivoted and headed for the door. 

The minute it slid closed, Hera turned to Kanan. “Are you sure?” she said quietly.

“Positive,” Kanan said firmly.

Nodding slowly, Hera said, “Alright. Plan B?”

Kanan shook his head. “No way he buys that after the way I acted earlier.”

Rolling her eyes, Hera said, “I told you not to—”

“I know, you’re right. As usual,” Kanan said with a grimace. “I couldn’t stop myself, the guy’s a boot-licking karker, to put it likely.”

“Agreed.”

“So plan C?” Kanan offered.

“Hmm.” Hera tapped her chin thoughtfully. “We could. Or…”

Kanan sighed. “You’re about to say you want to do plan D, aren’t you?”

“You know me well, dear.”

“Hey.” For the first time, the Lasat spoke, his voice creaking from disuse. “What the KARK are you two talking about?”

As Hera exchanged a look with Kanan, the red-haired man spoke up. “They’re going to help us, Zeb.” He looked at Kanan, lifting his head in a challenging way. “Aren’t you?”

“We are,” Hera said. “But we’re going to need your help to pull it off. How do you feel about freeing every slave in this place, and taking out a few slavers along the way?”

The Lasat grinned, a vicious curl of his mouth. “Now you’re speaking my language. Where do we start?”

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

A/N = I wish I had some explanation for where this shit came from.

C/W = A lot of the same thing: P->V, oral {both ways}, some light hair pulling, language, brief masturbation {m & f}, if I missed anything let me know so I can fix it. I've read it too many times as it stands.

WC = almost 3.9k

"A Rose By Any Other"

"Hey, y/n? You're y/n, right? Uh sorry, but I ... I think these are yoursss." Sanemi handed you a tight little leopard print thong.

"Oh ... my ... fuck." You ripped them from his hand and stuck them in your pocket.

"Thank you, Sanemi." His head perked up at you saying his name. "I appreciate you giving these back to me. The last place I lived I lost about 8 pairs of panties." You shrugged your shoulders, "There was some creepy fuck going through the laundry room. Clean or dirty. He'd take them all."

Sanemi made a grossed out face. "You're sure it was a man?" He laughed. "Those are pretty sexy. Maybe some broke ass woman was takin' 'em?"

"Oh god!" You groaned, taking that time to inspect his features more closely. Sanemi's lips were the perfect shape. The perfect color. They looked so soft. You wanted to press your mouth to his.

You shook your head out of the haze his sweet looking lips lulled you into.

"Dooo you maybe wanna come in for some tea or something? You returned my panties. It’s the least I can do, really. What do big strong men drink nowadays?" You blushed deeply as he playfully laughed at your question.

"I don't know what they drink. But I'm good with tea. Unfortunately, I can't." he rubbed the back of his neck with his right hand. "I gotta work soon. Gotta shower right now ..." He watched your face for a reaction, "... But uh, may–maybe I can swing by tonight?" He smiled.

Fuck yeah, come by tonight. Move in. Stay. Forever.

"Ehh, I don't think I have anything going on." You reached out to frisk his pockets, feeling around for his phone.

"Ay! Whoa!" He yelped a little.

Your eyes met his while your hands felt around in his front and then back pockets. You knew fully well he carries his phone in his back right pocket. You just wanted to grope around at his body.

"Relax, I'm just looking for your phone. And ... there ... it ... is!" Pulling it out of his back pocket, you turned it on. "Ohhh, no lock screen. You must really be confident in your ability not to lose this." You put your number in his contacts, memorized his, and handed it back to him.

His hand lingered on yours and your eyes hovered on his for a moment longer than was necessary. Your cunt throbbed from his touch. You swear the two of you were going to kiss. Right there, in the hallway.

You softly bit your bottom lip and gathered up all of your self-restraint to step away from Sanemi's gorgeous body.

"Uh *aheh*," you cleared your throat and reached out to flick a nonexistent fluffy thing from his right shoulder.

He reached up and grabbed you by the wrist.

"What are you doing?" He asked, tightening his grip.

You gasped and looked up at him to read his face. He was smirking. A dark gleam in his eye.

"I w-was getting the ... the fluff off of your sh‐shoulder. Should I have ... not?" You asked, wondering what stupid invisible line you crossed.

Sanemi put his free hand on your shoulder and gently pushed you back against your door. The knob hitting your ass as he moved you.

"Are you ... nervous, y/n?" He leaned in and breathed in your ear. "Do I  ... make you ... nervous?"

Your body reacted to his proximity before you could even comprehend what was happening. Your pussy gushed, immediately slick at his words. His rough hands on your slightly shaky frame continued to press into you.

You forced yourself to push back – even though the effort was futile. It made you feel like you were doing something.

"NO. You make me ..." You stopped yourself and looked down at the floor before divulging a truth.

"I make you what?" He palmed his hard cock through his sweats. Not trying in the least bit to hide what he was doing. Never breaking eye contact with you. He liked you watching him.

Your brows sunk down and your mouth fell open. "W-wet. You make me wet." You wrapped your arms around his neck. "Wanna see?"

Sanemi reached around you and grabbed the sloppy bun on top of your head. Pulling the messy ball of hair to the side, he exposed your neck and leaned in to you.

He put his mouth on your racing pulse point and said right against your soft, hot skin, "I do," he exhaled. His breath was so hot on your skin. "... I want to see how wet you are for me." Sanemi pushed back from you and, almost proudly, fumbled with the tent his cock had pitched in his gray, baggy pants.

Your body nearly sank down the door from what he said next.

"I have to get in the shower and go to work, though." He smiled down at you. "I'm off at 5. Home at 5:20. Out of the shower by 5:30. Be ready for me. He pulled you close to him, reached around and smacked your ass so hard the sound echoed in the hallway.

You were a jellied mess. Reaching behind you, looking for the doorknob, you nodded drunkenly and watched him walk backwards a few yards down the hall to his place. Rubbing himself through his pants, until he disappeared into his place.

"Fuck."

The fucking shower. Him in the shower.

Your pussy throbbed from the memory of your brief exchange. The sight of his massive dick in his hand as he told you to be ready tonight.

It was too long to wait. It was only 11 in the morning. And you were expected to wait for the next 6 and a half hours for him to come back. You decided to give yourself a treat. Just enough to hold you over until Sanemi was with you.

You forced your wobbly legs to carry you to your bedroom where you kicked off your pants. You immediately laid down on your made bed and your hand trailed down the front of your body and cupped your aching clit through your panties.

You rubbed your middle finger over the little bud trying your hardest not to cum too fast. Your other hand reaching up to pinch your nipples. All the while imagining you were not alone right now.

"Mmm ... Sanemi. Ah ... fuck, you feel so good."

You tried to picture him. How he would look holding himself up over your body. But all you could recall was his hand pumping his clothed cock.

You gasped. Your fingers picking up the pace and your head raising up off of your pillows as the intensity of the feeling increased.

"Mmm, I wish ... I wish you were here ... Right ... now."

Your hand moved faster, but not fast enough. It wasn't what you wanted. Not what you needed.

You sat up on your knees and yanked your panties down. Flinging them behind you and swearing your pussy was more swollen and wet than it's ever been. You leaned back on your hands and looked up at the ceiling fan above your bed.

"Oh yeah. That's ... that's good. You gonna make me cum?" You closed your eyes. "Oh my god ... Sanemi ... right in your mouth ... mhm ..."

You pushed down and moaned. "Oh god ... you make me feel so good." Your arm moved up and held onto your tit. You wanted him to suck it. You imagined he was so good with his mouth. That he could use that tongue for many things.

Like your clit.

You pushed back, rocking yourself on the pillow you had underneath you. The feel of the firm cotton makes you whimper and writhe. You were getting close, and you wanted to feel his mouth on you before you got there.

So you forced yourself to stop and you rolled over on your stomach and grabbed your phone from the nightstand. You put his number in and pulled it down, positioning yourself so that the camera was between your legs. You let out a soft moan about how badly you wanted him there before you began snapping selfies.

You got a good one – it was perfect.

The light coming from behind your body was soft and delicate. Making your legs look so smooth. The plump roundness of your ass was beautifully presented.

You sent it to Sanemi with the caption, "A little something to keep you happy while you're at work."

You put your phone down and got up to take a shower. Your body was a little shaky. A little sweaty. A lot unsatisfied.

***

You were done showering within an hour.

"It's 1 o'clock. Goddamn it. 4 more hours to go." You flopped down on your bed again. Trying to wait as patiently as possible.

It was a struggle. You wanted Sanemi. You wanted to feel him inside you.

Your phone chimed.

You looked over and picked it up. It was a text from Sanemi.

Sanemi:

I can't stop thinking about you. About this morning in the hallway. I can't wait to see you again. 🍆 🍑. 

Thanks for the pic of your cunt. My mouth started watering.

Your clit throbbed at the thought.

You:

You've been on my mind all day.

God, Sanemi. I want you to come over. I can't wait 4 more hours. Can't you just tell someone you don't feel well or something and just leave a little early?

Sanemi:

I mean, there are too many people here today. I suppose I could leave if I needed to.

You: TELL. THEM. YOU. NEED. TO. LEAVE. NOW. My door will be unlocked.

Sanemi: Jesus, you're bossy. I need to tame your ass.

You: {middle finger}

Sanemi: Is that for me?

You: THIS IS FOR YOU. You sent him another pic of you. This one was full frontal.

Sanemi: FUCK. ON MY WAY.

You giggled with excitement. You have been talking to Sanemi for months here and there. You'd pass each other on your way to do laundry in the basement and when you’d check your mail. But things finally came to a head this morning. And you couldn't wait much longer.

You put on a little lipstick and laid down completely naked on your bed, awaiting his arrival.

15 minutes later there was a loud knock at your door.

"Who is it?" You called. The door opened and you heard Sanemi's voice.

"It's me. Fucking time to eat, where are you?" He checked every room before he finally got to yours. You were on your back on the bed, your legs hanging over the side, all nice and ready for him to tear you apart.

Sanemi stared down at you in awe.

"Mmmm, I knew you couldn't wait. That's why I laid down on the bed, I thought I'd be ready for you when you got here." You said, smiling up at him. "You're still wearing your work clothes. You can go home and change if you want to."

Sanemi kicked off his shoes. "I don't need to change, these fucking things are coming off anyway. I wanted to come over here right away."

Your body was already buzzing. You knew what he wanted. And he wanted to have his way with you. He was going to fuck you senseless.

"Well, get over here and help me take these godforsaken things off, y/n." He climbed up on the bed with you.

You crawled up to him and put your arms up to wrap them around his neck as he ripped his shirt up and over his head.

You wasted no time pulling down his jeans and his briefs to his thighs. His hard cock sprang out and you put your mouth on the tip as soon as you saw it was out.

"FUUCK!" Sanemi moaned out loud, "Fuuuuck y/n, I ... me ... inside of you." He wasn't really making sense at this point. Luckily, you spoke broken/horny and you caught the gist of what he wanted. But you wanted something else first.

"I want your mouth," You smiled up at him, looking directly in his eyes. You were playing with his cock as he watched. "I want you to use your tongue on me." You purred. "And then,I want to taste you." You licked him again, feeling the silky softness of his stretched skin against your wet tongue.

"Please."

Sanemi groaned at the sight of your mouth on him. It looked so pretty. So right. How your lips stretched out to accommodate his thickness. How the pink of your tongue was a nice contrast to the reddened flush of his cock.

"Ok." He sighed and he crawled back over you.

He pushed your knees up to your chest and held your thighs apart. He put his mouth right on your pussy.

You gasped as he got right down there, immediately sucking at your clit with fervor. You could feel your legs trembling and you couldn't help but start to cum.

Sanemi chuckled against you and you felt his vibrations on your clit. You were a goner. Your eyes rolled back in your head and you pushed your pussy against him trying to get him to go speed up just enough to get you all the way to your orgasm.

Sanemi wouldn't give in, though. He was having fun. He loved the way you felt in his mouth. He was so fucking excited to get inside of you. He wanted to see your face when he plunged his full length inside of your warmth. He wanted to watch your body move against him as he rocked himself in and out of you.

"Oh god ... please ... mhm ..."

You couldn't form complete sentences. You could feel your whole body warming up from his mouth. The inside of your legs were slick and Sanemi was moaning against your pussy as you squirm underneath him.

Your breath caught in your throat when you finally reached your peak. Your eyes tightly shut and you rocked your hips against him, "OH FUCK! I'M CUMMING!" You cried out, as his tongue fucked you and his mouth sucked on you. You were a mess of trembling flesh and your pussy was overflowing with your hot slick.

You were gasping for air as he sat back up and looked down at you. His mouth glistened and his face was wet and shining. He was so fucking sexy.

"That was fast." He laughed, wiping his mouth with his hand.

"What do you expect? I've been rubbing my thighs together all damn day. It's been all I could do to not fuck myself senseless. Now, I'm nowhere near done with you." You groaned and pulled him down on top of you. You kissed him. Slipping your tongue past his lips to feel his tongue. His taste.

You were hungry. Your body was hungry for him. He kissed you back, groaning into your mouth as he did. You wanted to give him everything.

You rolled him over, laying him flat on his back. You climbed up on top of him. He was so hard and it felt nice against your bare ass. You reached behind yourself to stroke him with both hands.

Sanemi moaned and reached up to your chest. His hands felt so big on your breasts. You felt so tiny in his grasp. He was so strong. It excites you.

"I ca-, I can't wait any longer, Sanemi." You reached down between your legs to guide his cock to your entrance.

You were so wet for him. Your pussy throbbed with anticipation.

And then ... He was inside of you.

"OH, OH FFFUCK!" He exclaimed, his voice shaking your insides. His cock was so big and it filled you completely. "I can't believe you've been walkin' around like this all day!" He gasped and his hands shot up to grip your hips.

You smiled down at him and you took his hands in yours. You kissed the back of each of his them as he watched your breasts move against your chest while you rode him.

"Ahh." You closed your eyes. "It's been torture all day. I just wanted you." You groaned as he rolled his hips under you.

You leaned back and arched your back. Holding onto his thighs and watching your breasts bounce and jiggle with each thrust.

"You feel so good, Sanemi. Fuck ..." Your cunt was throbbing around him and you could feel him swell inside of you. He was close, and you loved that you could make him cum from riding him.

You sat back up and put your hands on his chest. You took over and began to ride him hard and fast.

"OH-HO … YES! FUCK! YOU'RE SO TIGHT!" He cried out. His hands went to your ass, and he slapped at it and squeezed the flesh so it spilled out between his fingers. 

"Nhgh! Sanemi, you're gonna make me cum again." You cried out as you rode him harder still. Your head flung back and you cried out his name as your body spasmed around his cock.

You collapsed on him and he held you there, kissing at your face and neck and shoulders as he began to thrust harder. He was deep inside you and your pussy was clenching around his cock. He couldn't help but cum. He gripped you tightly and began to cum inside of you.

You moaned and reached up to brush his hair from his face.

"Oh my god, Sanemi. That was ... that was so good." You breathed out against his neck.

Sanemi was still buried deep inside of you. "You're gonna make me fall in like with you, y/n." He kissed you. "

"I've wanted this for so long." You nuzzled against him, enjoying his scent and the feel of his warm and toned body under your softer make.

"Well ... you better get used to this, because I'm not going anywhere." He sat up and grabbed your waist. Pushing you onto your back. He had his cock out and hard again.

"I'm not done with you yet." He rubbed himself against your sensitive clit. "I wanna fuck you from behind, now."

"O-ok," you stammered, reaching around behind your back to get him closer to you. Sanemi pushed your ass up and smacked it.

"This is how I want to look at you every night, y/n. I want to be buried in your pussy, right here." His hands massaged your ass, "Right here. I want to look at this ass all day. Look at how juicy it is. Look at this pussy. I love your fat, juicy, pussy. You have the prettiest pussy." He leaned over you. "Love your fucking tits, too."

He reached down and grabbed his cock and ran it over your wet slit, dipping it in and out of your dripping  hole.

"Sanemi," you moaned out. "Do it. Wan’ you ..."

He grunted as he pushed all the way inside of you.

"I'm gonna do this for a while, though." He pulled out, and slowly pushed back inside of you. You whimpered and moved your body with his. You loved being taken this way. He was so deep like this. You felt so full of him. You want him to always do this.

He smacked you on the ass and you cried out.

"You wanna be spanked like that?" He laughed, smacking it again. "I knew I liked something about you."

You were practically bent over the bed, your chest flat on your mattress. He had his hands on your hips, pulling you up and back into him.

"YES! YES, SANEMI!"

He pulled you up so you were on your knees, your back to his front. He was still holding you up by your hips, so you reached out and braced yourself on the headboard.

He took your hair in his hands, wrapped it around his fist, and used it to hold on as he buried himself in you. You could feel every inch of him as he went deep and hard. Your body was starting to tingle with another orgasm.

"You like that? You like having me fuck you from behind?"

"YES! Fuck! Fff-yes, Sanemi!" You were so loud, you knew your neighbors could hear. You didn't care.

Sanemi fucked you hard and fast. His pace was fast, he was sweating so much that each impact of his hips against you, his wet body speckled yours with the same drawn out fluids.

He wasn't going to last much longer, and you knew he was about to cum.

"You're gonna make me c- oh goddamn it, Sanemi!" You cried out. "Cum with me, pl-please, Sanemi." You whined as you felt him swell and twitch inside of you. You began to spasm around him as he exploded into your cunt. You fell forward on your bed, exhausted. He fell on top of you, and the two of you were breathing heavily in sync as he rolled you onto your side.

"Jesus Christ, so good, y/n." He nuzzled into your neck, his arms wrapped around you.

You giggled and wiggled yourself against him. Not taking precautions to avoid rubbing yourself against his cock again.

"Yeah, you're definitely getting my pussy from now on, Sanemi." You laughed, turning to kiss him. "I'm already looking forward to it."

He pulled back and smiled at you. He leaned in to kiss you, but you put a finger on his lips to stop him.

"What?" He frowned.

"When can you come back?" You pushed him back to roll over. He laid next to you and smiled.

"Are you fucking kidding me? It's 6 in the fuckin' evening." He groaned, pulling the blanket over both of you. "I can't believe I came over here in my work clothes and fucked you all day. And you’re asking me when I can come back? How about I just don’t leave yet? Mm?"

"Well," you smiled, reaching over to his cock. "We can continue another time, I’m sure." You kissed the tip of it.

"Yeah? You got an early day tomorrow, too?"

"Oh, no. I'm off for the next 3 days. So I have all the time in the world." You kissed him, smiling against his nose.

"Well, you better be ready." He growled. "Cuz I'm not gonna let you sleep."

"Mm, I think I like you, Sanemi." You wrapped your arms around him.

"Yeah? You like me? What are you gonna do now?"

"I think I'll keep you." You grinned. "You're so ... so ..." You couldn't find the right word to describe him. So you looked at him, puzzling out what it could be, for the next few minutes.

"You're just so ... so ... stinky! Get in the shower!" He laughed and carried you to the shower. "You're no evening rose yourself. But I guess I'll keep you, too. 

[crowpricorn]

hi!! I saw your ask-game post, and I was wondering if you could do 8 and/or 40 for zoyalai?

questions

8: in secrecy

hi!! fyi I... know nothing about zoyalai aside from the bit where they appear in crooked kingdom and their series version, but I tried💗

When she kisses him, she can't believe herself. A mistake, she calls it in her head. And of course it is. She must have been possessed by some unruly force that pushed her into spending David's sweet sixteen making out with Nikolai of all people. 

That's — not impossible, she supposes. He is not ugly, although she finds him so insufferable that she can barely stand the sight of him. It's improbable, though, and they all know it: Zoya and Nikolai, cat and fox, oil and water. 

They are first of their class in all their shared classes, a never-ending fight for the top spot that always results in ties. They are also each captain of their club — football, her, and basketball, him. Every new win is a chance to throw it in each other's face. Zoya knows that their shared friends group wishes they would get along. She knows that their bickering and constant disagreement is not a cup of tea for the rest of 'em. Still, she can't help the strong reactions that surge in her at his sight. She wants to punch him, she wants to win every argument, she wants to tease him. 

Apparently, she also wants to kiss him. 

That's what she does, tucked close to him in David's small, nerdy bedroom, as the party goes on downstairs. She threw a cup of punch all over his clothes, and Genya forced her to go and help him clean up — "All Saints, Zoya! Can't you two kids behave for one night?" 

So, she found herself furiously handing Nikolai a fresh shirt from David's drawer, and somehow she also found herself blushing even more furiously at the sight of his naked torso. 

It's nothing to get excited over, she had scolded herself. He is as thin as a chopstick. But he also has that foxy, toothy smile and those warm amber eyes that are unfair on such an annoying person.

Before she can even restrain herself or understand what's happening, though, she is kissing him. 

And she is kissing him against his locker when the hallways are empty, and in the old, broken bathroom on the fifth floor, and during summer, when the both of them find a summer job at an ice cream parlor and they spend their breaks making out. 

Thing is, she would never want to be found kissing him — it would be hypocritical to their friends who think they hate each other, and it would go against her principles generally speaking. But, somehow, she can't resist that goofy smirk and those annoying jokes and the deep, clever light of his eyes. 

It can all work out. She can keep kissing him in secret and have her reputation as a Nikolai hater intact. She can maintain her face to her friends and still pin this stupid boy against a wall until he is reduced to a boneless goo. 

That's where they are now — Nikolai just told her that she smells like wildflowers and she has rolled her eyes and shoved him harder against the wall. He has his hands in her back pockets, which she finds incredibly annoying but still allows because — well. Because she likes it. 

And they are so entangled into each other, their faces so close, her hands everywhere under his shirt, that when the door snaps open there's no denying what they had been doing. 

It's Alina and Genya, and they both stop in their tracks, eyes as big as teacups. 

To hell her reputation, the secrecy of this affair — she shouldn't have started anything. But she did, and now she has to pay the consequences. Which are, admitting that she doesn't hate Nikolai and that, perhaps, she also finds him kind of attractive. Lots of annoying still, but also hot. 

"It's not what it looks like," he pathetically tries, but his hands are still in her back pockets and really, it wouldn't be anything else than what it looks like. 

Alina just grunts. "I can't believe you. You made me lose ten bucks."

"What?" Zoya says, eyes thinning with venom. Genya laughs her way, shoving Alina until they are both out of the door. 

"Keep kissing dudes, great money is coming my way tonight," she sing-songs. And, just like that, they vanish behind a slammed-close door. 

"Did they… Did they bet on us kissing?" Zoya murmurs to herself, dumbstruck where she is, showing no sign of separating from Nikolai's stiff, paralyzed embrace. She doesn't for a long while — she shrugs and asks for another kiss and melts against the boy she, supposedly, can't stand but that makes hurricanes flutter in her stomach. 

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TToFaË: Wandering and Woe (5)

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—Ngh!

Instant regret.

Was this how Ërna felt when Valýría held a blade to her neck? Or was this somehow worse because there were several more blades involved in this scenario? Did it really matter when, regardless of numbers, one’s life was on the line either way?

Valýría was right, though.

Fëor was good-natured to a fault.

It was strange. It didn’t make sense at all. After all, he was probably the most terrified person at the assembly when they declared that soldiers from Pelría had been spotted in Gälenor. Why, then, would he reveal himself to his greatest fear with the naive hope that they might help him? That their cold aura was merely from suffering, not malice?

It was noble, but stupid. Very stupid.

If given the chance, Valýría would have scolded him on the spot. But…Fëor was not so fortunate.

He was surrounded.

“Having a hostage might speed things up.”

“Seems rash. Don’t forget, they’ve been watching us.”

“Yeah, could be a trap.”

“I don’t care. We can take ‘em.”

“He’s probably just some peasant, though. Who else would be out here in the middle of nowhere looking like…that? What kind of leverage would that give us?”

“Good point…”

“Definitely a trap.”

While the soldiers debated what to do with their prey (whose fay mood had faded back to frightful shivering), the captain walked up to get a closer look.

“He’s no peasant.”

The soldiers fell silent as the captain spoke.

“Strange. So very strange. It’s as if he’s fëol incarnate. He teems with life and the land-spirits love him. Can’t you feel it, my friends? Even now, they are trying to protect him.”

Most of his companions looked confused, but a few looked down at their feet, eyes widening.

“They’re…heavy.”

“Yeah, my boots…it’s like they’ve been bound.”

“Stuck in mud’s more like it.”

The captain continued to walk around Fëor, seemingly unaffected by the same affliction described by his fellows.

“Are you an ëolfëánor?”

Fëor was taken aback.

Was this how Ërna felt when he asked her if she was a fëánor? Uneasy, somewhat flattered, but mostly misunderstood? Either way, he couldn’t answer. He wasn’t as strong-willed as her.

“No…I supposed you couldn’t be. Unless this shadow has shaped a new horror, ëolfëánorí always appear as the animals they gave life to. You’re abhorrent but no animal.”

He continued to pace around Fëor, examining him.

Ab…horrent?

Fëor didn’t understand why the captain was so disgusted with him. He didn’t understand why he called him “fëol incarnate,” either. Both assessments seemed a bit dramatic.

It wasn’t normal to be born from a berry on a legendary tree, of course…but Fëor didn’t feel special. Aside from the affection he received from land-spirits, he was ordinary. Pathetically so. His only skills were having a green thumb, cooking delicious food, and worrying about…well, everything.

“—”

“Tie him up.”

With hindered movement, the soldiers pried their feet from the ground and marched toward Fëor with menacing eyes. Frustrated and afraid, he felt helpless before them. Running was no longer an option. What else could he do but close his eyes, tightly clasping his hands together, and await the inevitable?

“—!”

“Thy prayer hast been felt, O child of Gälnos.”

It was a voice as sweet and soothing as honey. He didn’t know who it belonged to, only that it dispelled his dismay and no one else seemed to notice it. And then, as if answering its call—

—the grove sprang to life.

Pink flowers bloomed upon every bush, roots rose from the earth, and green sprouts grew into vines that wrapped themselves around the feet of Fëor’s foes. Some were dragged into the dirt, while others were bound so tightly that they dropped their weapons. Only the captain was unaffected.

“I’ll say it again…”

Rose-gold beads of dewy light swarmed around him, but they seemed afraid to get too close.

“…he’s no simple peasant.”

He waved his hand, swatting the spirits away like flies before curling his fingers into a fist and—

Thump!

Fëor spun to the earth.

He tried to get up, but his whole body was trembling. The best he could do was lean on one elbow while holding his other hand to his face. Wiping the corner of his mouth, he noticed it was warm and wet.

Blood.

Fëor’s vision blurred.

The captain looked down on him.

“Disgusting. Even your blood glimmers with the golden hue of fëol. You truly are shackled to that witch of a goddess.”

He grabbed Fëor by his shirt, holding him up like a filthy rag.

“I’d pity you if you weren’t so pathetic. How could a man be so feeble? To panic as you are after a single punch to the face? You won’t get far in this world like that.”

He swung his arm down, sending Fëor to the ground with a thud—but he didn’t let go. Sighing, he slumped his shoulders and turned his gaze upward to where the first stars were beginning to appear.

“Freedom lies not in Ëolna’s cruel captivity, for only in Rëálna’s garden can we shine as stars. Here we are smothered, striving in vain to return to the lofty heights from which we came. And so that bond shall be broken.”

He wasn’t speaking to Fëor, who he deemed helpless beyond saving. Instead, he was reciting the words of a wise philosopher to remind himself what he was fighting for.

“He may seem useless, but I think he’ll prove to be an excellent hosta—”

As he turned to face his fellows, who were still struggling against their earthy bounds, he saw a great shadow rising with the moon in the east downriver.

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[fighting-these-demons]

B*cch*giri Episode 8

Starting off strong with a flashback!

Aw they're SO CUTE!!!!! How Precious!!! 🥺

Aaaaaaaaaa so THAT'S why Arajin is so bent outta shape. The pure of heart/pure intentions bit. He let Matakara down and his shame from that and how it's deeply affected his self worth is what's eating him about the Honki bit.

I knew it wasn't just the childish aspect because his room is COVERED in childish bullshit despite him being 16 so like. It wasn't that lmao! 😂

Now we have a clear answer on that front!

Paused less than 30 seconds into this and already writing shit up I feel like now that we're back into the story proper and with this only having 12/13 episodes that it's gonna get long here.

They've got a LOT of ground to cover.

Kuwabara - I mean Matakara's spirit awareness has kicked in and he's rightfully scared.

A thing that sneaks in through the Crack of weak people's hearts Huh?

OOF

IT MEANS YOU NEVER RUN AWAY. OW! YEAH THAT GOT HIM.

I wonder why after all those years why Matakara isn't hung up on Arajin running away? Why only Arajin is? Why the running away bit doesnt mentally exclude Arajin in Matakara's mind?

Is it just the devotion?

AUGH THAT PICTURE IS SO PRECIOUS THEY LOVE EACH ITHER SO MUCH GOD FUCK THE COPS THAT PUT HIS BROTHER IN JUVIE JESUS

oh man I hope he's taller than his brother that'd be so funny

I love the sweet sunshine little brother being tall as a weed trope.

😣🤢

Lord help me. It's terrible. If she liked literally anyone else in the cast I'd be her #1 fan and cheering her on as a funny spin on typical anime bullshit but like. Eugh.

Tragic.

Love her attitude towards Arajin though; and I gotta say, I'll be pissed if they get together in the end as a tidy way to tie up and no homo the whole thing.

LMAO Matakara! Arajin just ask him out! He likes you just fine!

Dude he ABSOLUTELY wants to take on that responsibility! Please just GIVE HIM A CHANCE!!!!!

OH HEY!!!! THEYRE EATING LUNCH TOGETHER!!!!! FINALLY!!! 9 EPISODES IN AND WE'RE FINALLY GETTING PROGRESS

Love you forever Blondie! You're a real one and the most relatable for sure! 💛🧡💚💛🧡💚

Teal Terror I live you despite your ain't shit attitude and your multitude of flaws and I am ALWAYS rooting for you but like.

Damn dude let him have this one.

But like I get it I'd feel the same. He's so tired of Arajin's shit. 💙💜🧡

I really do love how like. This feels so much like a YYH au where Yusuke is more awkwardly insecure and Kazuma is still absolutely fixated on him but in modern day where expectations aren't so gendered its in a bit of a softer way.

And like there's a Double kurahi special between Teal Terror and blondie being some of the softer aspects of Kurahi's team dynamic and Javascript and Pink PETALS being the more serious side.

All that to say I love Teal Terror being so dang pouty and jealous and cute and thinking "damn that dude ain't shit why do you care??????" Every minute if every day like. He's so stinking cute I can't take it! 😭

DUDE WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?!?!?!?!?!,!,

DBSJDJSBSBSHSHSBDBSH

This man said "If I keep "Merging" with him I can get him pregnant!"

I LOVE age gap but Not Like This!!!!! 😭

Augh but I love Big Red Genie's goofy ass so much. So Like. I guess if I self insert it'll be fine?

But I kinda hate self inserting. 😣 uhg.

DUDE YOU HAVE GOT TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME

GET HIS CREEPY ASS OUTTA HERE. ITS BEEN SO LONG I CANT EVEN REMEMBER HIS NICKNAME FUCK THIS GUY

It's a damn shame too because I love his aesthetic.

All those purple straps.....

MATAKARAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!! 😭😭😭😭💖💖💖💖

GET EM!!!!!!!!

Uhg . What's the stupid plan that this piece of shit has cooked up????

It's probably his Genie doing.

Oh I called him IvySoulCaliber that's right.

Babe do you think he forgot what you did to him and that you had his crush stripped naked????????

He hates your ass and he's just being nice because hes a good guy.

AUGH HES ALSO SO DUMB. PLEASE MATAKARA I BEG YOU TO RUB YOUR BRAINCELLS TOGETHER PLEASE

😫😭💔

Damn he really did his research on how to twist Matakara. Then again he's not too hard to read I guess. A little stalking would have gotten that easy.

MATAKARA DONT LISTEN TO HIM!!!!!

😫

I wonder if anime fans are aware of just how Gay being huge and stacked is viewed as in Japan? I feel like the wrestling bits of this anime play into that. Just reminds me of Gief's whole deal.

His mom is hilarious. She has awful taste sometimes but she's hilarious. Also how dare she ship Arajin with Matakara's Older Brother when she was rooting for Matakara until just now! WHERE IS HER LOYALTY????

I love how AYusuke (get it?) Is still a great cook!

I really do love how this is sort of a heart nod in that direction in so many ways with the main duo.

Oh how funny he lives at Ara-bath! 😂 Bet you that's been on his mind for years!

😨😱😭

Oh God. He Missed A Call on his way out!!!

Something happened. And all this cute music and scenery is getting you hyped just before they hit us with it.

Did he get killed on his way out? Jesus they wouldn't do that would they???

KEN SAN!!!!!!!!!! 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

GIRL ME TOO HES THE FINEST 21 YR OLD ON THE PLANET FOR REAL

Not him waiting in the rain for an hour!

😭

Oh no. God I hope he's not dead but geez.

Man Arajin had finally just let his guard down and it's right back up.

Damn Teal Terror is calling in Arajin/the cavalry on this one.

FUCK ME AND FUCK YOU AND FUCK THE WRITER AND GODDAMN FUCK THE DIRECTOR TOO JESUS CHRIST I LOVE YOU BITCH YOU MAKE GREAT ANIME WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING AUGH

GODDAMN ARAJIN FUCK YOU JESUS CHRIST

Teal Terror!!!! 😭😭😭😭 He's so worried about Matakara and even broke down and pretty much begged Arajin and STILL THIS ASSHILE WONT BE REAL LIKE FUCK

AAAAAAAUUUUUUGGGGGGHJJHH

OH SHIT RUN MATAKARA RUN!!!!!!!

That goddamn evil genie

Oh shit it got him. 😭

Well. His heart is shattered into pieces and his brother is probably dead but at least he got to have a tender sweet moment with his crush to cherish in his heart.

Oh man yeah I mean I could chalk him being able to see arajin's genie up to his spiritual awareness but I think when Evil Genie got him he must have been handed the gun and tried to shoot himself because he has that side fringe that would cover it so it wouldn't be immediately apparent and also he has the blue genie and it's tied to the image of his brother who is dying or dead and is probably his wish so like.

I'd say he tried to kill himself and made the wish.

And that's part of why he sounded and looked so fucked up when he got to Arajin's house before the sight of Arajin sleeping comforted him.

Oh shit. He woke bith of them up and neither noticed?????

You know if they'd paced this anime better I wouldn't be watching 5 episodes in 1 so late in the game but like. Here we are.

Anyway it's surprising IvyDoulCalibur still has his genie. I wonder what the spirit coming after Matakara is then?

Well hey at least Arajin is looking for him. Even if he did leave him to rot to see a girl that don't give a shit about either of them. 🤷‍♀️

Dang Matakara. 😭💔

Oh shit dude do you think the best time to tell him is when his brother is dying?????????????

Like I'm white American and even by our standards Now Is Not The Time.

Save that shit for confession or some shit.

Why are you hurting him when hes at his absolute lowest?????

God Fuck Arajin just when I think I cN get behind this kid he goes out of his way to hurt people selfishly

Huh. Well. I don't like it. But I do ship it now. (Matakara/IvySoulCalibur)

I wonder what happened to IvySoulCalibur when the Evil Genie transferred to Matakara?

What a shame that Evil Genie is wearing leggings. 😕

Oh hey! Green Gobblin ending! Woo! 💖💖💖